For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.
Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.
Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.
I did not myself set a high estimation on wealth, and had the affectation of most young men of lively imagination, who suppose that they can better dispense with the possession of money, than resign their time and faculties to the labour necessary to acquire it.